Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 93

Mr. Ashcroft had completely forgotten about it.

As a seasoned veteran, he knew better than anyone that the shooting range wasn't just a playground for these young aristocrats. It had a deeper connection with the military.

Every now and then, the range had to send videos of customers who scored over eighty percent accuracy to the military. Because, well, the military was always on the lookout for fresh talent.

After all, a top-notch sniper was a rare gem, even in an army as vast as theirs. Training one from scratch cost a fortune. But if a prodigy suddenly appeared, that was a whole different ball game.

It could even save them the training time.

And Miranda, well, she was clearly a diamond in the rough with sniper potential written all over her. The military wouldn't just sit back and do nothing if they caught wind of her skills.

Sebastian was another one who'd caught their eye, but he had no interest in enlisting, aside from the occasional training session. The Everhart family had their own plans, and the military wouldn't dare meddle with them.

Besides, while Sebastian's marksmanship was commendable, his accuracy didn't quite match Miranda's in identical conditions.

As the voice trailed off, Elian's phone buzzed. His brow furrowed slightly as he listened to the caller.

"I don't know. Why should I care?"

He suddenly curled her lips upwards, a rebellious and defiant smirk dancing on them. "Sorry, I'm not freaking obligated to do that."

Moments later, the smile vanished. "I said I don't know, never heard of it. If you want it, figure it out yourself."

Before the person on the other end could finish, Elian hung up, his expression turning icy. Mr. Ashcroft had a pretty good idea of what was going on.

"The military called you, didn't they?"

Elian scoffed, "Of course they did. As if I can't see through their ulterior motives. They're relentless."

Elian responded blandly, "Whatever she chooses to do is her decision. Even if she was born to be a doctor, she shouldn't feel obligated to heal the world. She doesn't owe anyone that."

His stance was firm, and he had no intention of informing Miranda of this.

Mr. Ashcroft nodded in agreement. "That girl seems like she knows her own mind."

He chuckled again. "And with the whole black-market drug thing, they came to you, too. They come to you for everything, even those distant matters. This one, happening right in Zephra, was bound to land on your doorstep."

Mentioning the drugs jogged Elian's memory.

"Drugs." he recalled the intel he'd received.

Those black-market drugs had started showing up about two months ago.